Seattle schools have taken political correctness to a whole new level.
To summarize, a 16 year old girl wanted to hand out Easter Eggs to a third grade classroom. The school agreed, on one condition:
Instead of calling them “Easter Eggs”, the girl would have to refer to them as “Spring Spheres”.
Good god, when will this insanity end?
Look, I am a devout athiest, but I never, ever, took offense to phrases like “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Easter”. Like most rational people, I was always aware that these sayings were based on superstition. A fat man clearly does not fly around the world in a sled, and a rabbit does not lay eggs in my house once a year.
Even knowing this, however, I have never hesitated to wish someone a Merry Christmas. It’s just the polite thing to do, and it doesn’t hurt anyone.
“Spring Spheres”, however, well, I refuse to say it out loud. It does hurt people.
As I will tell anyone who will listen … political correctness is cancer of the intellect.
Now, I know that most of us have to suffer this cancer. For most of us, our jobs depend on it. It’s just not worth it to be plunged into unemployment by declaring that the naked emperor has no clothes.
When my kids are grown, though … when my ill family members are cured or passed on, and the only person who will suffer from my honesty is me — I will wage the largest war on political correctness the likes of which most people have never seen.
I don’t think I will be alone. From my own perception, minor backlashes are already starting to happen. People I know who used to measure their words very carefully are beginning to use the same words they chastised me for using just two or three years ago.
In my opinion, nothing has contributed to the dumbing down of America more than the Pee Cee revolution, and the country will never return to greatness unless and until a wholesale revolt is launched against his insidious newspeak.
Therefore, I urge you all, regardless of race, religion, gender, or national origin to just say “no” to Spring Spheres.